Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote many years ago when I was part of the workaday world:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE COMPANY SONG<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By Melanie Anne Phillips<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every morning I cling to my bed,
While lost opportunities dance in my head.
No time for problems or pleasures or life,
I gotta win bread for the kids and the wife,
SO I’M SINGING THE COMPANY SONG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Race through the door so the card gets its punch,
Open my locker and throw in my lunch.
Hundreds of papers and thousands of parts,
When they blow the whistle the whole damn thing starts,
AND I’M SINGING THE COMPANY SONG<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every two hours a ten minute break,
But don’t fall behind on the things that you make.
Meet all your deadlines, your quotas and goals,
And maybe you’ll get a small raise, but who knows,
WHEN YOUR SINGING THE COMPANY SONG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I was younger, I used to wonder Privateer politics, cloaked in good will, Don’t make suggestions and don’t act too smart, Now that I’m older, sometimes I wonder Now, I’ve got security, you understand, I’m singing the company song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n — From my “Tarnished Karma” album<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote many years ago when I was part of the workaday world: THE COMPANY SONG By Melanie Anne Phillips Every morning I cling to my bed,While lost opportunities dance in my head.No time for problems or pleasures or life,I gotta win bread for the kids and the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6558","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paauzo-1HM","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6558","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6558"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6559,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6558\/revisions\/6559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
What would I be when I grew?
I never considered the way its turn out,
I would’ve stayed young if I knew.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Backstabbing rumors that wound more than kill,
Lack of respect and the pain that it brings,
These are a few of my favorite things,
WHEN I’M SINGING THE COMPANY SONG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or thirty-year fools will take you apart.
Humor the fools and buy them their beers,
And you’ll be a fool in thirty odd years,
WHEN YOU’RE SINGING THE COMPANY SONG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How it turned out this way?
But somehow the answer becomes more obscure,
Or just matters less every day.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a ten percent vested retirement plan.
And if I should die, well there’s no need to grieve,
They won’t let me go ’cause I’m out of sick leave,
AND I’M SINGING THE COMPANY SONG,<\/p>\n\n\n\n